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thoughts from a field ( some sheet )
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thoughts from a field but nothing much brief ponderings their ilk & such mini-moments thingamy-thinks the fleeting sort ( gone in a blink ) ...
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thoughts from a field ( some sheet )
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thoughts from a field but nothing much brief ponderings their ilk & such mini-moments thingamy-thinks the fleeting sort ( gone in a blink ) ...
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lost in a forest with a florist ( a tale of true )
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have you ever been lost yes - lost in a forest lost in a forest with a florist called doris or portia or morris who promised you porridge then led you astray so you're lost in a forest ( ? ) ( me too ) ...
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( don’t interrupt ) ( some poetry shit )
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i don't talk to myself in fact i talk to them & they speak back these unseen friends this conversation never ends we cover loads of ground yet only i make sound that's audible to passers-by the nosy sorts & gawping types - ssshh - ...
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p.s ( some of a poemz )
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the kettle's fucked, the hamster's dead please bring more jam & honey please p.s 'twas i what burnt your shed upon that fateful whitsun-eve ...
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( hello again ) ( by some tosser on the internet )
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often i forget to sleep
& often i forget to eat
often i forget the date
& the time - i'm often late
often i am on my own
barring the dog so not alone
often my home is a mess
much like the head - i must confess
often all my clothes are creased
i've not ironed since the nineties
often i am being strange
oh blame my often monkeyed brain
often i daydream through days
its weeping rain & sunny rays
often i am drinking tea
& writing shite
quite oftenly
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this poetry is mind control ( some much needed truth )
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this poetry is mind control this distraction's your ball & chain with words designed to steal your soul re-program & re-wire your brain yet make you think you're more aware deceptive as all metaphors true evil runs the world out there beyond these words rage many wars ( read on ) ...
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when i am dead ( some forward thinking )
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when i am dead then i shall fittingly sleep then rise at dawn first pause & next yawn i'll dress then walk all the former dogs i knew now dead as me & i'll still drink tea ...
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the stuff of rivers ( 16 word of poem )
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flowing raspberries consequence projection ripples otherly consciousness connection salmon scholarly poltergeist collection sunshine glistening vanishing reflection ...
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let’s ruminate ( a 20 line read )
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let's ruminate - us thoughtful cows
on big questions - the whats? the hows?
like do these spots make us look fat?
or what came first
that field or plough?
the nature of the mooniverse
when we go dry is this a curse?
was velcro made by aliens?
who made this earth
our sacred turf?
on which we graze through bovine days
b.s.e free yet slightly crazed
when we lie down do we make rain?
we're wonder-struck
& awe-amazed
we're lost for answers, this is true
udderly puzzled - giz a clue
we're flummoxed plus the kitchen sink
as cowpats splat
& bullshit too
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